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The Final Chapter - DAY 07

The Final Chapter – DAY 07

“I just then found myself in your office.”

The doctor cried in horror. She probably can’t take everything I just said. I can’t believe I just let all that out. I squeezed the stress ball to calm down.

“You’re going to turn me over now to the police right?” I asked her.

“What do you think?” she asked.

“I would be stupid if I said no,” I cried. “The view of two parents suffering because of their dead daughter still haunts me.”

“What do you feel now?”

“I felt sorry. I felt bad about myself. I felt like―, can I use your bathroom,” I said.

She pointed me the door just opposite her desk. I opened it and instantly vomited the lunch I just took on the toilet bowl.

Having no more to expel, I flushed the toilet bowl. I looked at myself at the mirror. I seriously looked horrible. My face is covered with dirt and my eyes are red from so much crying. I washed my face and sighed. Suddenly, the power supply went out. I hurriedly dried myself and went out.

The office is dark. But the light coming from outside entering through the window somehow provides us illumination. At first I thought the doctor is sleeping, but she is just looking at the piece of paper she has been writing on. I sat back to my seat and grabbed again the stress ball.

I squeezed it and closed my eyes. The painful memories I just had flashed on a whim. I opened my eyes and suddenly lost grip of the stress ball and it fell under the doctor’s table. I picked it up regardless of the pain I’m feeling with my two legs.

As I bend under the table, I noticed something odd, the doctor don’t have her leg pressed against the ground. I dismissed the weird thought and just said to myself that she could just possibly be resting it somewhere else. A very chilly wind blew and a piece of paper fell on the ground beside the stress ball. I grabbed the stress ball first and read what’s written on the paper.

The heading reads “Patient Response Evaluation.” My name is written as the patient name. The first page contains notes regarding our session. As I turn the next page, everything seemed weird. They’re all blanks. But on the last page of the paper, there lies curses in bold writing like: liar, brat, go to hell, you deserve to die and a lot more disturbing words.

I felt frightened that the doctor may catch me so I just left the paper on the floor and got up. As I reached the other end of the table, the doctor’s face startled me from roof of the table. She was saying gibberish words and she really looked creepy. She made me uncomfortable so I got out very fast. There she was, kneeling at the top of the table.

Her face looked paler than before. She fixed her hair and put it on the other side of her shoulder. Her face now seemed to be familiar. Like a person I met before. A person from a not-so-long memory. The sawn name on her coat that is not visible before is now crystal clear. It now reads: AMANDA HOFFMAN, MD.

            My eyes grew bigger. My jaw dropped. And all I had are goosebumps. Here in front of me is the ghost of the mother avenging for the daughter she loves so much.

She moved and there it reveals, she really doesn’t have any leg. And then, she smiled at me maniacally.